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Patrick Stump Premieres, Hole Returns, Muse Reigns In The Rain: Friday At SXSW

‘This is totally amateur and I don’t care,’ Courtney Love said from the stage at the South by Southwest festival. By James Montgomery Patrick Stump performs at SXSW in Austin on Friday Photo: Daniel Boczarski/Redferns AUSTIN, Texas — “Hi. I’m Patrick.” That’s how Patrick Stump, former Fall Out Boy frontman/ current poster boy for portion-control dieting (I mean, have you seen the dude lately?) kicked off his solo career, one song into his much-discussed South by Southwest set. It was a brief, seemingly needless introduction — everyone was here to see him, after all — yet it was somewhat fitting too. He’s always been a man of few words. It was one of the few times he actually spoke to the audience at Austin’s dive-licious Dirty Dog Bar, preferring instead to let his new music do the talking for him. And for the most part, that music didn’t let him down. It was funky, it was soulful, it was a pretty nice preview of what fans can expect to hear on his upcoming solo album, which, based solely on Friday night’s set, is shaping up to be perhaps the greatest ’80s R&B album since, well, the ’80s. It wasn’t all silky smooth though. Stump’s big “one-man band” concept (just him, two guitars, a keyboard and organ, a drum kit, and some samplers) stumbled out of the gate, as opener “As Long As I Know I’m Getting Paid” was marred by sound problems and a general lack of rehearsal time, but things got progressively better from there. A pair of new songs (one a slinky electronic track featuring him keening “I’ve got nothing to confess,” the other a shuffling, funky number with looped drums, handclaps and scratchy guitars) got the night headed in the right direction, and Stump knew it too, loosening up and cracking a smile. And with his mood sufficiently lifted, Stump took things to the next level. Sliding over to the electric organ, he eased his way into a track that worked in Bobby Womack’s “If You Think You’re Lonely Now,” then morphed into an R&B space jam, full of crashing drums, baying organ and Stump’s pained falsetto. He belted out lines like “I’m not brokenhearted, I’m just kind of pissed off,” pulled a winging guitar solo out of his fretboard, then let the song fall away for just a second, before bringing the beat back with a decidedly sexy grunt. It was a tantalizing preview of things to come, for sure. And then, as the crowd whistled their approval, he simply said, “Done,” saluted and walked offstage. There really wasn’t much else to say. After all, he’s a man of few words. The same, however, could not be said about Courtney Love, who took the stage a few hours after Stump with her newest incarnation of Hole (basically a collection of guys with creative hair and adventurous beards) and spent much of the next 50-something minutes doing nothing but talking. About the lousy in-house sound system, her crappy hotel room, and the general suckiness of everything and everyone. “I’m doing this for me, not you. If you don’t like it, suck it,” she sneered at the beginning of her set, before launching into a medley that started with Buffy Sainte Marie’s “Cod’ine,” shifted into the Rolling Stones’ “Sympathy for the Devil,” and finally settled into “Skinny Little Bitch,” the first single off Hole’s upcoming Nobody’s Daughter album. That was followed by a rant about her guitar picks (“They’re making my fingers bleed. They’re for, like, Lindsey Buckingham.”) and some complaining about the state of her voice, which had been ravaged earlier in the day during Hole’s set at Stubb’s and prevented her from howling in the way most are accustomed to. Then she had problems tuning her guitar, which led to her spitting, “This is totally amateur and I don’t care,” before finally playing Hole’s landmark 1994 single, “Doll Parts.” “I’m really sorry that we suck, but actually, I’m not, because I’m doing this for me,” she laughed at song’s end. “So enjoy the f—ing suckage, because it’s 1 a.m. and I’m an elderly person.” And perhaps this would be a good time to mention that, for all her nastiness, Love’s set actually had its fair share of standout moments. “Malibu” was picture pretty (for Hole, anyway), “Northern Star” was stunning, featuring just Love’s ragged voice and the acoustic work of guitarist Micko Larkin, and a new song about tawdry Saturday night sex and rainy Sunday mornings stopped pretty much everyone dead in their tracks. But all in all, it was a pretty rough outing, full of awkward onstage squabbles, petty whining and more than a few garbled notes. As Love herself put it at set’s end: “Worst f—ing show of my entire life. So glad you could be here for it.” Of course, immediately after she said that, she collapsed onstage, and, as a million iPhones snapped away, had to be carried by security to the bar, where she righted herself and downed a Budweiser. You know, just your average Friday night in Courtney-land. And finally, as all this drama was unfolding on Sixth Street, the night’s third can’t-miss act, Muse, were busy positively destroying the stage down at Stubb’s. Their gig was, in theory, a secret, thrown by the good folks at MySpace Music and Spin magazine, though by 7 p.m., pretty much everyone in Austin knew about it, and the line to get in already stretched well down Red River Street. Muse didn’t take the stage until after 10 p.m., but they more than made up for the wait, launching headlong into an ultra-riffy “Uprising” and a superb “Supermassive Black Hole,” then keeping the energy high with “Resistance” and “Hysteria.” Frontman Matthew Bellamy joked with the crowd (“I can feel the good vibes in this city”), shredded through a Hendrix-y version of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” and even broke out the keytar. There were lasers and lights and booming soundscapes, and not even a little rain could dampen the mood of everyone in attendance — even those who were forced to listen to the gig from out on Red River. They got epic on “United States of Eurasia” and spacey on “Starlight,” wrapped things up with a harmonica-aided version of “Knights of Cydonia,” and then they were out, nearly as quickly as they came. It left the crowd wanting more, which, on a Friday at SXSW, is more than you could say about 90 percent of the other bands playing around town. Or at least Hole. MTV News is at SXSW all weekend long, so check back for more show reports, interviews and blog posts on what’s going down in Austin. Related Artists Patrick Stump Hole Muse

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Project Runway: These Are the Peope in Your Neighborhood [Recaps]

Project Runway is all about vision and delusion. The vision of arranged design marriages. The delusion they always end in divorce. The vision of New York City. The delusion it is always beautiful. Plus, a special announcement! Last night we faced another team challenge where the eight remaining designers had to pair up and create two outfits—one for day and one for evening—based on different New York neighborhoods. Anthony and Maya had Chinatown, Emilio and Seth Aaron had Harlem, Amy and Jonathan had the Upper East Side, and Jay and Mila had the East Village. What, no love for the west side? This challenge was also tied into the show’s deal with L’Oreal Paris which is one of the: Things We Hated : Kissing to Makeup : I don’t know why, but I can’t stand Collier Strong, the lead stylist from L’Oreal. It has nothing to do with who he is as a person or what he does on the show, but for some reason, every season he shows up to shill for the company and give the models specific looks and every season I just want to punch him in the face. I think I just resent the fact that he is someone ruining the integrity of the competition but taking up precious airtime with something we care so little about. Also, the makeup he was trying to sell us last night was their “Professional Line.” What, does it make people look like hookers? Team Leaders : When the selection of team leaders in these kinds of challenges is chosen at random (like last night when the names were drawn from a bag) there should be no “team leader.” It is an arbitrarily assigned designation and by no means should one designer listen to the other. No one should be in charge, which means that the leader is more in danger of going home when both individuals can have an equal role in tanking a design. They should instead force the designers to collaborate. As we all know there is nothing harder than having to work and compromise with someone you can’t stand and whose vision you don’t share. That will make some new fresh drama, if everyone is on equal footing, because it will eliminate the “I was just doing what I was told” excuse. All the Fireworks : Why do the designers feel like they need to work all their tricks into every outfit every week. More people get in trouble by being overly ambitious, not having enough time to finish, and making a sloppy garment than coming up with something simple, chic, and well-made. We’re looking at you, Jonathan and Amy. Know when it’s time to step away from the easel. Have a Look Around You : It’s amazing that the only team of people who went to their designated neighborhood bothered to take the clothes that the people on the street were actually wearing. Props to Emilio and Seth Aaron for designing something for the people in their hood as well as inspired by it. Some of the other teams might have done a bit better if they followed their lead. Judging the Judges : For a second when I heard that Queen Tangerine Michael Kors was not in attendance at last night’s judging, I had a horrible flashback to last season when there was never a full panel and we got stuck with all sorts of horrible substitutes left and right. Last night, Francisco Costa, who is much too pale and meek to every replace Ms. Kors. Also Molly Sims , a computer programmer who invented a game where you control fake avatars in a digital universe, was the guest judge. She barely said two words and both of them made us wince. Mila, You You Bitch! : Mila, there is a thing in this universe called color. The shelves at Mood are absolutely littered with it. Why don’t you give it a fucking shot once, for christ’s sake. Even though Nina Garcia Fashion Director of Marie Claire Magazine gets all wet in her knickers every time she sees you and has decided you have already won the competition doesn’t mean you can’t experiment. Boy, was NGFDMCM all over your boring outfit that looked like a reject from Party Girl . There is nothing more boring than predictability, right NGFDMCM? “Thank You for the Opportunity” : Why do all the designers say this wehn they get kicked off? They’re all going to go back to toiling in obscurity working for some second tier fashion fashion house. Just once I wish someone would be all “Fuck you, Heidi!” and curse and scream and kick their foot through the Project Runway screen. Just once. Please! Things We Loved : Jay Vs. Mila : This is why the God of Reality Producers created group challenges. It’s not that they necessarily hated each other, but even their icy coldness was fun to watch. God bless this perfect little disaster. Hot Pants : Yes, Seth Aaron, who is straight, wore hot pink jeans. Know what? I kinda want a pair. Tearing down the Wall : Tim is totally over The Great Bluefly.com Accessory Wall of Made in China. Every week he has to tell designers to use it “judiciously” or “strategically” or “bisexually.” This week he said, “You know the drill with the Bluefly.com accessory wall.” He might as well have said, “Oh, and, you know about this stupid corporate shilling I have to do, right? Ugh. Done.” Pretty Fly for a White Girl : Even though Seth Aaron and Emilio were designing for Harlem they had two white girl models. It’s great that they made it work. Especially Seth Aaron’s model, who was rocking some crazy hat and one earring looking like Lauren Hill just came down with a serious case of Albanism. Way to work it, sister. Boob Tube : Every female judge who is ever on this show is obsessed with boobs. Where they fall, how they look, the fit around them, the undergarments, boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs. Is this because Heidi is always pregnant and thinking of her tits or is this some lady fashion obsession that I’ve never heard of before? Double Win : This is just kind of sweet. They both had great looks and collaborated well. We’re glad the show isn’t only rewarding the teams that had drama but also the ones that create something really beautiful and original. Particularly because NGFDMCM probably made this happen because she didn’t want Emilio’s dress, which she didn’t like, to take the top prize unconditionally. I Just Want to Bang on the Drum All Day : The second most amazing sound effect after the Law & Order chunk-chunk are the drums that preceed the final verdict on Runway . My pulse races every week when Heidi says, “Amy” and then we all hear bum-bum-BUM-bum, bum-bum-BUM-bum, “you are out.” It’s the perfect punctuation for a tense situation and just enough of a pause for us to scoot up on the couch, fists clenched ready to hear what edict is about to come down from on high. Someone should win an Emmy for this. Oh, Ms. Kors : He wasn’t even on this episode and still had the best line of the night. In the preview he bleats, “It looks like a disco straightjacket!” Next week can’t come soon enough. In the end, as already state, Emilo and Seth Aaron won for their gorgeous black gown and crazy denim doodad with a hat that looked just like the one the Purple Pieman wore but it wasn’t purple it was plaid. Amy was sent home for her weird orange think that looked like a melted creamsicle still in the wrapper. For more about the Jay and Mila battle and Amy and Jonathan’s colossal waste of time, check out the videos. But first, we’ve confirmed that fan favorite contestant Anthony, Suzanne Sugarbaker herself, will be joining the Gawker Project Runway liveblog on April 1 at 9pm. He’ll be here to answer questions, watch the show with us, and hopefully give us some behind-the-scenes dirt. Be sure to join us then! Jay Vs. Mila Context : Emilio is the second to last team leader to pick his teammate. His remaining choices are Mila, who both he and Jay hate, or Seth Aaron, whose design aesthetic is totally opposite of his. He chooses Seth Aaron so that Mila and Jay are stuck together. Vision : Combining two toxic ingredients will create a huge explosion. Delusion : They didn’t really explode, but they did sort of fizzle out into a giant messy puddle. What Would Nina Say? : “Jay, really you are no Mila.” Dramometer : 8 Under the Gunn Context : When he comes around, even Tim can feel the iciness between Jay and Mila. He’s afraid it’s going to send them home. Vision : Unhappy designers are bad designers who get sent home. Delusion : Jay should have worried a bit more about his work and less about his coworker. What Would Nina Say? : “Jay, Mila wouldn’t let a models boobs flap around like that.” Dramometer : 4 Big Ideas Context : Jonathan and Amy have designed too looks that are so ambitious that they are in danger of not finishing. This is a danger every week, but it feels especially intense today. Vision : Hard work and diligence will make the outfits stellar. Delusion : Like Tim tells them, they have to make sure the looks are worth all the ahrd work. They aren’t. Sorry, Amy. What Would Nina Say? : “Amy, if you used more black and white like Mila, I would like you better.” Dramometer : 6 Runway Arrogance Context : Seth Aaron and Emilio watch their co-winners march down the runway. Vision : See what the people are wearing and give them something they like. Delusion : A strategy that never fails. What Would Nina Say? : “This would have been better if Mila did it.” Dramometer : 2 Back Talk Context : Jay gets lambasted for his ill-fitting tank top. Vision : Spending more time on a cool pair of pants will get him a win. Delusion : Doesn’t he know these women are obsessed with boobs? What Would Nina Say? : See for yourself! Dramometer : 5

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Snooki Responds To ‘American Idol’ Shout-Out From Ellen DeGeneres

‘My mom called me screaming,’ ‘Jersey Shore’ star says after Ellen’s ‘poof’ reference. By Eric Ditzian, with reporting by Adam Abernathy Snooki Photo: MTV News Siobhan Magnus’ dramatic and sinister take on “Paint It Black” on Tuesday’s “American Idol” had Randy Jackson saying the singer looked hot, Simon Cowell calling it the standout performance of the night and Ellen DeGeneres comparing her to a certain pint-size MTV reality star. “Like Snooki’s poof , you just stand out,” the judge declared. Shortly after the show aired, Snooki told MTV News how excited she was about the shout-out and shot a compliment right back at Ellen. “I didn’t watch ‘American Idol,’ but my mom called me screaming. I was like, ‘Why are you screaming?’ She’s like, ‘Ellen DeGeneres just said Snooki.’ I was like, ‘Oh, that’s my girl!’ “How many people watch ‘American Idol?’ ” the “Jersey Shore” star asked. “Millions? That’s awesome.” This isn’t the first time a Snooki reference has popped up on network TV. In December, “Saturday Night Live” funnyman Bobby Moynihan donned a wig and some orangey bronzer for a good-natured send-up of Snickers, then reprised the impression in January. Snooki welcomed both the “SNL” parodies and the “Idol” name-check. “Honestly, it’s really, really flattering,” she explained. “I’m so thankful Ellen said something about it. That just shows that you made it. I knew I made it when I was on ‘SNL’ and they did skits about me. They did, like, two of them. You know you’ve made it when they do that.” Snooki and her poof have certainly made it, even if Simon looked a bit confused after Ellen’s comment. Snooki took that reaction in stride as well. “Simon doesn’t know me,” she said with a shrug. “Cool.” Have you used Snooki comparisons in your everyday conversations? Share your thoughts and stories below!> Related Videos ‘American Idol’ In 60 Seconds

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Lady Gaga’s Prison GF Says Kissing Her Was ‘Electric’ [Interviews]

Heather Cassils is the awesome-looking woman who plays Lady Gaga ‘s prison girlfriend in the “Telephone” video. But she’s also a well-known artist in her own right. And she loved making out with Gaga. Doree: Were you familiar with Gaga’s work before and what did you think of it? Heather: I was not really all that familiar with her work. I had heard her music (how can you not) but what I really noticed was her appearances at the Grammys and I recall appreciating the radical outfit choices, the birdcage on the head and the bleeding performance. This is more what stuck in my head than her music because as a visual artist it was interesting to see her making reference all across the spectrum of performance art from Lee Bowery to Ron Athey. I was impressed that she was bringing these tropes into her work to bring these visuals to an entirely different audience. D: How’d you meet Gaga? Describe the process of getting asked/selected to be in the video. Were you immediately interested? H: I run my own personal training business out of a small gym in Silverlake. At my gym there is another trainer named Dallas Malloy. She is an amazing bodybuilder who is also a talented actor. Dallas called me randomly one day from an audition telling me that she a casting agent was looking for female bodybuilders. Apparently they could not find enough of them so Dallas thought of me because, although I am not as huge as pro builders, with the right camera work I can look massive. I thanked Dallas and told her that acting was not really my thing but when she told me it was to play a security guard in a woman’s prison for a Beyoncé/ Gaga video. With the mention of Beyoncé’s name I told her to give me the address. (I LOVE Destiny’s Child especially) I ended up being cast as an inmate and I went to set that day for the “camp” factor. I figured I could cross Beyoncé video off my list. Upon arriving, I was sent up to set, saddened to learn that Beyonce was rehearsing for the Grammys. We blocked the prison yard scene with a Lady Gaga double a few times. Escorted by an entourage, The Lady herself, came on set. Within minuets her people called me over. Draped in chains and clad in cat suit she extended her manicured hand to me. “Hello, I’m Lady Gaga.” “Hello, I’m Heather Cassils.” That’s how I met Lady Gaga—a bizarre and organic unfolding of events that can only take place in Los Angeles. D: Did you know what the storyline of the “Telephone” video was before you shot the scene? How was your role described to you? Are you wearing your own clothes or did they design a costume for you? H: I had no idea about the story line, except that I was to be a security guard in a woman’s prison scene ( which I thought was hilarious). My initial role was not described to me at all with the exception of the interactions I had with Gaga after meeting her. She looked me over and told me she wanted me to play her “girlfriend in prison.” She mulled over our interactions and said finally in definitively: “when I want some one I never go to them, they come to me… so you come to me.” She then told me I was to “touch her inappropriately.” As for costuming, the night before the shoot we were sent a list of clothing options to turn up in, items such as bikinis, thongs, high heels etc. At this point I panicked and called the casting director informing her that I do not do bikinis and heels. She assured me it would be okay if I turned up in some dark form fitting clothes. So I actually wore my girlfriend’s pants and leather vest that day. (Great thing about dating women is that you double your wardrobe possibilities). But generally I wear similar garb. I like to fashion my self after a Tom of Finland drawing or the illustrious art hustler of the ’70s Peter Berlin . I showed up dressed as you see in the video and was sent up to set. D: How does this video dovetail with your own art? H: In my artwork I use my body as my medium and I address many subjects, gender representation being one of them. I see the construction of my physique as a performance which purposely toys with the traditional process of Greek sculptors, who were said to find their ideal form by chipping away at a block of marble and discarding any unnecessary material. I see my body as a conceptual sculpture, a critique of the social pressure we feel to make our bodies conform to an aesthetic, binary gendered and cultural ideal. People have all sorts of reactions to my body, within the context of my art work as well as being out in the world. When I lived in London, I had a group of people pull their car over to ask me what gender I was, they just had to know, because the in between was too much for them. Not knowing and the suspension of disbelief and what that does to people—it starts with the body, but it can translate into all kinds of other important things. Visual impressions have a lot of power, more power than language, for this reason I see my being included in the Gaga video as a sort of infiltration. So if my job as artist is to think about how various symbol combine to make meaning, than I guess one could say that being in the Gaga video, and all the dialogue that has come out of being included in the video, is an extension of my art practice. D: How many takes did you have to do to get the kiss down? What was it like to kiss Lady Gaga? Is she a good kisser? H: The kiss was down from the get go. It happened very naturally and organically. I leaned into smell her and I started by kissing her neck. It was electric and when I got to her mouth, she actually kissed me. Kissing lady Gaga was like kissing any beautiful woman you feel a connection with, as soon as I touched her she was just that, very sensitive and responsive. It even eclipsed the crazy cigarette glasses that were smoking. I think we did four or five takes, it all happened so fast, it was a bit of a blur. By the last takes we were brushing ashes off each other and coughing and laughing. Talk about second hand smoke! But really it was a performance and that yes she is a good kisser but kissing my girlfriend is even more powerful as I’m totally under her spell. D: Why is it important for queer artists to increase their visibility? What are other ways you’re doing that? Do you consider yourself a political artist? Why or why not? H: It is important for queer artists to increase their visibility because it offers up options. Since I have done this video I have had over 15,000 people look at my artist website . To my surprise I have gotten a ton of really young people contacting me, telling me how much they appreciate what I have been articulating in the media and also how much they connect with my art. Some of these letters are from very young queer and disenfranchised people, who live in smaller cities with no support. Teens have written me from Germany, France and Scotland, telling me of their feelings of alienation and that by being the artist that I am, and by being outspoken about my beliefs that I have helped them alleviate their own personal feelings of shame around gender identity and sexuality. To me this is truly an honor and the ultimate service I can provide as a cultural producer. My work starts with my own body, which I have manipulated via diet and exercise to produce a physique that is not usually associated with the female gender. I see life as a sort of performance art work and that every gesture you make, every way you present yourself is a possibility to author an experience for those surrounding you which could be art. As for my more formal art practice, I create living paintings where you use a live element to have people really stay with the composition of the piece. For my most recent performance “Tiresius” I stood in a plexi podium, and fit my body inside a classical Greek male torso carved from ice, which I melted over a 5 hour period with the heat from my body. Tiresius, the Greek mythological character, makes frequent appearances in the arts – from Dante’s Inferno to T.S. Eliot’s The Wasteland, he is a crucial but almost always marginal figure straddling time, gender, life and death. Here I cast the story of Tiresius as one of endurance and transformation, in which masculinity both freezes the body, and melts away. I perform Hard Times blind, wearing prosthetic mask that makes my eyes appear to have been removed from their sockets. I wear a frosted blond wig and the deep tan of a bodybuilding lady. Clad in a coral body thong, I teeter seven feet in the air on plank of slippery wood upheld by construction scaffolding. For six minutes I perform a body building routine in slow motion. I manipulate my body into the poses with a very controlled, methodical and deliberate slowness borrowed from butoh dance. Holding such deep muscular contractions for extended periods causes an overload of the central nervous system—all my limbs convulse and shake uncontrollably. Culturally and politically, we are in a state of rotting from the inside out. Hard Times responds to the culture of consumption and denial with an image of a body that sputters and twitches with exertion to maintain its manicured surface. I will be doing a performance of Hard Times in an upcoming Movement Research Spring 2010 Festival entitled “HARDCORPS” curated by A.L. Steiner, Aki Sasamoto, Melanie Maar and Walter Dundervill. My art is a thermometer of sorts, which takes the temperature of our cultural climate. Am I political artist? I suppose I am, because nothing exists outside the realm of politics. To say you are political is a political statement. D: Did you find anything problematic about Gaga’s video when you watched it in full? Do you feel that the LGBT community was fairly represented, or is it in itself a step forward that the community can be satirized in a mainstream video? H: No, I find nothing problematic about Gaga’s video. For some one to say that it is bad to have representation of LGBTQ people in prison in a music is just ludicrous to me. To be able to poke, to parody ourselves means we have come along way. They are missing the point. In addition, Gaga is exploiting all images in the video, including herself. The structure of the video claims everything from Thelma and Louise to early sexploitation films. My friend Michelle Johnson is an EXCELLENT filmmaker has mad a film recently called Lezploitation , which reclaims of exploitation films of this era through a lesbian gaze. While Gaga may not be a lesbian, Gaga is clearly not straight but certainly she is queer. I don’t see any problem with her reclaiming these images as well! D: Anything else you’d like to add? H: In a world where technology is king, where we interact more and more on line with social networking and e-mail, it is all the more important to construct real relationships in which you effect social change for the better. It is SO important to know where our hard fought free expression comes from. If Gaga’s work speaks to people, they might also be interested in the art work of amazing trans artist Zachary Drucker, David Wojnarovich and Leigh Bowery who died of AIDS, Ron Athey, Eleanor Antin, Michel Clarke, Maria Abramovich, Adrian Piper and Emory Douglas – the lead graphic artist for the Black Panthers. Some of these artists have more notoriety than others but there work is spellbindingly beautiful and so necessary for our consciousness. [ Photos by Clover Leary ]

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Stone Temple Pilots Thunder Triumphantly At SXSW

She & Him, Broken Social Scene, GZA and more turn in fierce sets on Thursday night. By James Montgomery Stone Temple Pilots’ Scott Weiland performs on Thursday Photo: Tim Mosenfelder/ Getty Images AUSTIN, Texas — Were we, perhaps, wrong about the Stone Temple Pilots? Well, not all of us , but an overwhelming majority of the so-called rock critics, the gate-keepers whose job it is to separate the good from the bad, the wheat from the chaff? Did we completely miss the boat on STP? Were they something more than Nirvana-bes? Were they — gasp! — actually a pretty great band? Short answer: probably. Because on Thursday night at South by Southwest — the night when the fest (un)officially shifts into high gear — STP put on a positively bombastic show at the Austin Music Hall. It was packed with more hits than you could possibly remember, and it served notice to the hundreds of bratty, buzzy blog bands parading around town that this is how you do it. After 20 years (and nearly as many arrests) the Pilots are still here, with a killer songbook and an undying legion of fans. They have a new album due out May 25. And they are perhaps better than they’ve ever been before (or at least healthier). Take, for example, lead singer/ lightning rod Scott Weiland, who has spent much of the ’00s leading Velvet Revolver and cementing his status as one of rock’s most charismatic — yet least-appreciated — frontmen. On this night, he strode onstage dressed in a skinny tie and gray slacks, his eyes hidden behind a pair of shades, and spent much of the next 90-some minutes sweating, spinning and spiriting his way through the band’s set. He looked healthy, like a man who has finally beaten back his demons, or, more probably, has simply replaced them with a dogged focus on music. He strutted like a peacock, writhed like a snake and sang into a megaphone for added oomph. And the mostly older crowd appreciated his newfound vigor, cheering wildly, stomping their feet and singing along to (almost) every word. But this most certainly wasn’t just the Weiland show. The band matched him every step of the way. STP opened with “Vaseline,” from their 1994 album Purple, still as grinding as you recall, still featuring a swirling solo from guitarist (and secret weapon) Dean DeLeo. They ripped through harder hits like “Wicked Garden,” “Sex Type Thing,” and, of course, “Plush.” The band — the DeLeo brothers on guitar and bass, ageless drummer Eric Kretz behind the kit — pummeled expertly, adding flourishes when necessary. Then, during the slower portion of the set (which featured even more hits like “Creep,” “Sour Girl” and “Big Empty”), they gave the songs added depth and scope in dreamlike, extended middles, widescreen harmonies from Robert DeLeo and countless cascading guitar solos from Dean. And as for the new songs, well, they were new songs. They’re not quite there just yet, but some of them (like first single “Between the Lines”) are close. Some of the others — “Hickory Dichotomy” and “Huckleberry Crumble” in particular — just sound like Aerosmith B-sides, but that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that, for the first time in nearly a decade, STP have new songs to play, and their SXSW gig was the first time they’d done so for their fans. There was a sense of history to Thursday night’s set, most noticeable during the two-song encore, which saw them covering the Doors’ “Roadhouse Blues” (with Doors guitarist Robby Krieger nonetheless) and closing with “Trippin’ on a Hole in a Paper Heart.” At the end of the latter, Weiland stood atop the in-house monitors, looked out into the crowd and bellowed — as only he can really do — “I’m not dead, and I’m not for sale.” In this case, on this night, it was more than just a lyric; it was a statement. One that every other band in Austin would do well to listen to. Other Highlights From Thursday Night at SXSW A smiling, surprise set from the legendary Superchunk and a rather gutsy turn from She & Him (singer Zooey Deschanel has been battling throat problems all week) at the Merge Records showcase at the Cedar Street Courtyard. … A fierce set from the Wu-Tang Clan’s GZA , followed by an artfully mopey performance by hotly-tipped Brits the xx at the Mohawk. … The one-two-three combo of the Drive-By Truckers , Band of Horses and Broken Social Scene at the standing-room only Stubb’s. MTV News is at SXSW all weekend long, so check back for more show reports, interviews and blog posts on what’s going down in Austin. Related Artists Stone Temple Pilots

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Party Patrol: Seth Rogen Kisses Chris Pine "Hard and Strong" for a Good Cause

Another night, another round of charity soirees. My first stop is the Beverly Hilton for A Night at Sardi’s, where celebs belt Broadway hits to benefit the Alzheimer’s…

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The Night Brooklyn Took Manhattan [Invasions]

They came on foot, by bicycle and skateboard. They filled the Soho streets like a dirty flood. Traffic was blocked and the Fire Department was called. It was an art opening for pictures of naked people and everyone was there. This event comes at sort of an awkward time for us, taxonomically speaking. If we were still allowed to use the word “hipster” we would definitely classify Ryan McGinley as a “hipster photographer.” He is maybe best known for setting up road trips of attractive people and photographing them frolicking in natural settings, naked and generally having a rad time. (He did this for Wrangler once .) He can be thought of as a less creepy Terry Richardson . For this is he is rich and famous. Tonight, the Team Gallery hosted an opening party for Ryan McGinley’s new show. For a night, a street in Manhattan was Brooklynized. What transpired can only be conveyed in slide-show form. Here is the invite for the Ryan McGinley show, “Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere.” Notice the ironic (MAYBE?) tattoos and jewelery. Notice how the boy is skinny and naked. Obviously, if you see this in the window of a coffee shop on Bedford you go to where it tells you to go. [ via ] Even before the opening, this Twitter user was nervous. Nervous, likely, because it was unseasonably warm and she had not yet had the right side of her head shaved for spring. Too late, the art opening was about to begin! [ iamamayzing ] Outside the gallery. For the Brooklynite fretting about the rare trip into the hustle-and-bustle of Manhattan, sweet relief: People milling about! Other people pushing bicycles around! A person pointing a very nice video camera at nothing in particular! Let’s get this street party started. [ ArtObservered ] Then this happened. 1) Guy in the headdress. 2) Lower right corner: Alright, who brought their parents!? [ MikeNouveau ] Welcome to Brooklyn. [ RatherBeBiking ] Brooklyn ruled the street, but inside, Manhattan partied. Here is a picture of McGinley taken from the twitter account of New York’s most famous mail-order bride , Lera Loeb. [ LeraLoeb ] FREE BEER. (And art.) [ MJFIII ] We know it was a good party because it got busted. “Dude, the gallery opening totally got shut down by the fire department!” Everyone went to the after-gallery opening across the street. [ MikeNouveau ] Fuck it: They were hipsters.

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American Idol: The Corrections [Recaps]

Well, that was more like it, no? After last week’s horrifying — truly horrifying! — bloodbath eliminations, yesterday we saw three deserving singtestants shoved into the bottom three and the worst of the bunch was sent home. I’m sure Lacey Brown is a perfectly nice person and all, but homegirl just did not have the chops to be among the Final 12 on America’s most celebrated electoral process. Many brilliant scientists have gone mad trying to decipher just how the Idol voting really works, so I won’t try to figure out why it was that Lacey and two deserving companions — Paige Miles and Whizzenpoof Spizzwinks — were in the bottom three this week and yet managed to squeak past three far more deserving contestants just seven days ago. But just know that it happened and that this is a good thing and hopefully things will progress in a similar fashion. It’s not too late to save America! Speaking of saving, they’re bringing back the Judges’ Save. Yeah, that old clam. The thing about the Judges’ Save is that it’s dumb. It’s just plain dumb. And it’s also kind of cruel to watch some never-gonna-be-rescued kid warble for their life while Simon and Randy and Ellen and that dung beetle pretend to seriously discuss whether or not they should keep her around. These people are judges on a reality show because they are not actors, so making them try to act once a week is an exercise in cruel futility. Mostly Simon just makes jokes and probably tells people little anecdotes about what Ryan did in the dressing rooms this morning, while Kara closes her eyes, squeezes them so so tight, and wishes that she was in the competition this year, she would do so well, just you see Mr. Fuller, just raise the age limit, just once, please Mr. Fuller? So that was that. I’m sure that terrified legions of Teen Texterz will now circle the giggle-wagons around Whizzenpoof and he will be carried, Hercules-like, up to the golden thrones of Olympus, borne on the zitty backs of Mallory and all her friends. Or I don’t know! Again, trying to find pattern or thread in American Idol voting is like searching for meaning in a Kara DioGuardi song. All you end up with is a bunch of mountains and stars and hopes and reaching and none of it makes much sense at all. Your lesbian aunt Karen David Cook came back and sang yet another strangely dated ditty, so that was good. When I went to the Idols Live! concert in Worcester, MA two frittered-away summers ago, he was acting like he was Bono or something. Standing on railings and raising his hands in the air as if he controlled the whims and shrieks of the universe, not just those of a few hundred teen New Englanders and they’re about-to-shoot-themselves parents at the Worcester Centrum. (I was there strictly for research/ironic purposes, I promise you. Also: Jason Castroooooooooo.) Anyway! Somebody named Orpheus or Orkin or something came out and screeched something at as for a while, so that was really unpleasant. And then with a great thudding and falling down the stairs came Ke$ha, stumbling like a bargain basement homemade drag Lady Gaga around the stage, yelling about various things and continuing to shill for the Jack Daniels corporation. Then people with giant TVs for heads came out and did a dance with her and if any parents were watching with their kids, they probably sighed and looked down at their daughter and her weird friend Mallory clasping their hands and swaying back and forth in delight and they felt the weary press of years and tastes and they thought about September girls and December boys, and somewhere up in the night sky a star fizzed and winked and the world was, as miraculously as ever, room enough for all of it.

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Hacker Disables More Than 100 Cars Remotely

More than 100 drivers in Austin, Texas found their cars disabled or the horns honking out of control, after an intruder ran amok in a web-based vehicle-immobilization system normally used to get the attention of consumers delinquent in their auto payments. Police with Austin’s High Tech Crime Unit on Wednesday arrested 20-year-old Omar Ramos-Lopez, a former Texas Auto Center employee who was laid off last month, and allegedly sought revenge by bricking the cars sold from the dealership’s four Austin-area lots “We initially dismissed it as mechanical failure,” says Texas Auto Center manager Martin Garcia. “We started having a rash of up to a hundred customers at one time complaining. Some customers complained of the horns going off in the middle of the night. The only option they had was to remove the battery.” The dealership used a system called Webtech Plus as an alternative to repossessing vehicles that haven’t been paid for. Operated by Cleveland-based Pay Technologies, the system lets car dealers install a small black box under vehicle dashboards that responds to commands issued through a central website, and relayed over a wireless pager network. The dealer can disable a car’s ignition system, or trigger the horn to begin honking, as a reminder that a payment is due. The system will not stop a running vehicle. Texas Auto Center began fielding complaints from baffled customers the last week in February, many of whom wound up missing work, calling tow trucks or disconnecting their batteries to stop the honking. The troubles stopped five days later, when Texas Auto Center reset the Webtech Plus passwords for all its employee accounts, says Garcia. Then police obtained access logs from Pay Technologies, and traced the saboteur’s IP address to Ramos-Lopez’s AT&T internet service, according to a police affidavit filed in the case. Ramos-Lopez’s account had been closed when he was terminated from Texas Auto Center in a workforce reduction last month, but he allegedly got in through another employee’s account, Garcia says. At first, the intruder targeted vehicles by searching on the names of specific customers. Then he discovered he could pull up a database of all 1,100 Auto Center customers whose cars were equipped with the device. He started going down the list in alphabetical order, vandalizing the records, disabling the cars and setting off the horns. “Omar was pretty good with computers,” says Garcia. The incident is the first time an intruder has abused the no-start system, according to Jim Krueger, co-owner of Pay Technologies. “It was a fairly straightforward situation,” says Krueger. “He had retained a password, and what happened was he went in and created a little bit of havoc.” Krueger disputes that the horns were honking in the middle of the night; he says the horn honking can only be activated between 9 a.m. and 9 p.m. First rolled out about 10 years ago, remote immobilization systems are a controversial answer to delinquent car payments, with critics voicing concerns that debtors could suffer needless humiliation, or find themselves stranded during an emergency. Proponents say the systems let financers extend credit to consumers who might otherwise be ineligible for an auto loan. Austin police filed computer intrusion charges against Ramos-Lopez on Tuesday. http://www.wired.com/threatlevel/2010/03/hacker-bricks-cars/ added by: pjacobs51

Ryan and Simon Butt Heads on American Idol

There were lots of strong performances among the finalists on American Idol , but the most memorable moment of the night may have come from Ryan Seacrest. After Simon Cowell called out Michael Lynche for “corny” dance moves, Ryan not only came to the affable singer’s defense, he got in Simon’s grill in the process. The normally unflappable judge was taken aback – and scooted his seat back, throwing his hands up and admitting he was very uncomfortable. Point, Seacrest! Chalk up another memorable exchange in one of Hollywood’s ongoing rivalries / friendships. We never quite know what to make of the dynamic between them. Ryan definitely threw Simon off here, though, which was funny and uncomfortable. Check out the clip below of the two stars almost butting heads … literally: Ryan and Simon Butt Heads

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